By Michele Neff Hernandez —
Grief is a thief; it steals the breath of life and leaves devastation in its wake. What happens when grief robs a woman of not only her husband, but also her ability to cope with the world around her? How do friends and family members know when that widow is in a dangerous place??
The answers to these questions can only be discovered if we are willing to plant our own feet next to a widow, and walk a portion of the journey by her side.
A young woman lost her husband in a car accident six years ago. At the time of her husband’s death, their children were eight and two, and her full-time occupation was caring for their family. The car accident that took her husband’s life left this young woman in deep despair.
And then she got lost. As each year passed, her ability to find her way out of the forest of grief declined. She stayed in bed, stopped cleaning the house, let the yard go…and most people stood by and watched. After the first few years, these others assumed this woman was lazy, useless, and a bad mother. Yet, her friends remembered a kind person who loved her children and worked hard to make their lives full and happy. At one time she belonged to the local church, volunteered in the neighborhood, and reached out to others.
But when it was time to walk the road of loss, she walked alone.
After six years, the department of child protective services was called to this family’s home. The house was declared a fire hazard, as was the surrounding property. And then someone spoke up. A friend recognized that this young woman never functioned the same way after her husband’s death. She noticed that the light was gone from her eyes, her former level of energy never returned, and she could still see that she loved her children and wanted to be able to take care of them. Most importantly, she didn’t put a timeline on her friend’s grief journey.
This good friend searched the Internet for a group that would help this widow. She sent a message to a widow’s support site, and that message happened to land in the lap of someone who knew someone who might be able to help. After a volley of phone calls and e-mails it was discovered that this woman was given one week to get the house cleaned up, or her children would be removed from the home. When the first call for help was received, three days had already passed.
A group called Catholic Charities was contacted, and agreed to make a home visit. What they found when they arrived was a home that could be aired on a daytime talk show…and a woman so lost she couldn’t find a path out.
The very next day, Catholic Charities rounded up eight volunteers and worked twelve hours straight-sifting, sorting, removing, and caring. On the appointed day, they still needed more time. The case worker for Catholic Charities called the sheriff assigned to the case, and said they were well on their way to getting the situation under control but could they have one more day?
Granted the extension, more volunteers showed up the following day, and as they finished the last bits of work, a social worker arrived to take the children. As the social worker looked around the house, she wondered aloud what the problem could have been. The children looked healthy, the house was clean, the kids obviously wanted to stay with their mom…after a few phone calls she left, bewildered by what had taken place.
The next day, the Sheriff returned and declared the case closed.
What a gift this wonderful friend gave our sister widow! She recognized grief for the thief that it is, and reached out a hand in help instead of pointing a finger in accusation.? This led to another gift, the care and concern for others so beautifully displayed by the staff and volunteers from Catholic Charities. They do their work without judgment, and they don’t leave the person in need once the immediate dilemma is solved. This family will receive free counseling, and now has a place to turn for help, support, and hope.
The last thing this widow said to her benefactors was, “I didn’t know how to ask for help. I am so grateful.”
Thank God there was someone who didn’t need to be asked aloud in order to hear the cry.
Michele Neff Hernandez is the founder, and executive director of the Soaring Spirits Loss Foundation. SSLF is a non-profit organization committed to providing resources and support to people grieving the loss of a loved one. In addition to her work with the foundation, Michele inspires people as a motivational speaker and freelance writer. Through speaking to service groups, faith communities, universities and hosting community seminars she has shared her thoughts on loss and hope with a variety of audiences. She is the creator of the Web site www.widowsbond.com and the Widow Match program. Since the death of her husband in 2005, she has made reaching out to other widows her personal mission. Ms. Hernandez’s various projects have been featured in the Ventura County Star, the Simi Valley Acorn, and the Riverside County Record. She is a contributing author to several websites and is chronicling the interviews she has done with widows across the country in a book called, The Healing Power of the Widow’s Bond. Currently she is planning a national widowhood conference scheduled for the summer of 2009.
Ms. Hernandez is a resident of Simi Valley, California where she lives and laughs with her three amazing children. An avid runner and outdoor enthusiast, she actively encourages others to embrace the life we are given.
Tags: belongings, funerals, money, Depression, grief, hope
AMEN ABOUT THIS STORY JUST KINDA SAD THAT PEOPLE WAITED SO LONG TO HELP. IF ONE IS STRONG AND EVEN IF THEY ASK FOR HELP SOMETIMES DOORS ARE CLOSED IN YOUR FACE AND SORRY YOU HAVEN’T GROVELED ENOUGH OR AREN’T BLEEDING ENOUGH YOU ONLY LOST YOUR SPOUSE THE DADDY TO YOUR BABIES OH WELL BAD STUFF HAPPENS TO GOOD PEOPLE SUCK IT UP AND MOVE ON. OR THAT IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN TOLD WELL WHAT DOESN’T KILL US MAKES US STRONGER. I AM A SURVIVOR AND SO ARE MY KIDDOS WE WILL WILL MAKE IT WITH OUR OWN SWEAT AND TEARS. HUGS TO ALL MY FELLOW WIDOWERS.
I can relate to both stories. I am coming up on two years since “the love of my life” died from cancer. I live in what some call “a close-knit community” and yet the friends that we were close to and frequently socialized with never call or come over and it’s been about 1.5 years since they’ve included me in a social gathering or even an invite over for a glass of tea or wine. And yes, these “friends” and others in this community have said suck it up and move on, why are you crying; what’s wrong with you when I’m feeling low, you’re young, you’ll meet someone else someday. I would give anything for folks in my community to call, come over, and just “be with me” during my hard moments, even during the good days. When asked last year how I was doing, I told a neighbor woman I don’t have the plague, I’m not contagious. Where are all the “former friends” of my husband and I? I’ve been told I’m not the same as I was before my husband died. No one who has lost a loved one is ever the same; we transition and not always gracefully. I don’t feel comfortable calling and saying, I really could use a friend this afternoon or this evening. And so I’ve retreated into a shell, and I know this isn’t a healthy way to grieve. I’m trying to be forgiving of the former friends who have disappeared. It just adds to the losses…
My husband passed away May 27,2015. 7 months ago. Leaving me with no insurance and no income. I’m 54 and he was 53. I’m not able to draw social security till I am 60. Not been able to find a full time job, just part time 1 day a week for 4-5 hours at 7.25 hour. People keep telling me it will get better but it just keeps getting worse for me. I can’t pay my bills, have no gas Money to go to church. My husband and I adopted 4 rescued dogs from the animal shelter, we promisised to give them a great home and we have but now I can barely afford to feed them. I’m ready to give up and kill myself.
I am a 28 years old woman with two kids my husband passed a way in may 28 after he was in hospital for a weak after he was hit by the car that fail to stop and fled,after his burial I tried to be strong. I pave my yard and build cecurity wall,and after his funeral non of our friends never call or to come over and check if am owk and the kids,but now they judge me and tel me that is like am celebrating his death, saying why did I fix my home while it is not yet even two months after his death and those words are killing me inside,i would lyk some one to tell me how long must I weight until I can start fixing my home
Hi Portia,
Being judged can be so painful, especially when you are already dealing with the aftermath of your husband’s death. I hope you can keep recognizing that you are the only one who can choose what is best for you and your two children. Though other people may have opinions, you are the only one living your life. Take good care of yourself, and keep moving forward one step at a time.
Yours in hope,
Michele